I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World Chapter 206: CP:206 Welcome Home

The lion cubs ford a cautious semicircle around Alex’s lap, their tiny noses twitching as they processed the new scent layered over their mother’s familiar milk-and-sanctuary sll.

Solara was the first to commit. She fixed Nyx with one golden eye and one blue, the heterochromia making her stare even more unnerving than usual for a three-week-old. The little black kitten stared back with solid charcoal-gray eyes that held the quiet patience of deep space. After a long mont, Solara leaned in, sniffed once, then delicately batted at Nyx’s twitching ear with one oversized paw.

Nyx’s ear flicked. "Soft," he observed in his small, precise voice.

Solara’s mismatched eyes widened. She looked up at Alex as if demanding an explanation for why the new sibling could talk when she still mostly communicated through dignified squeaks and imperial glares.

"He’s... special," Alex said, voice hoarse from the unexpected delivery. "Like how you’re all special. Just in a different way."

Kael, true to form, had already vanished behind Alex’s back the mont the group arrived. Now he reappeared from under a fold of Leo’s mane, creeping forward on his belly until his nose was inches from Nyx’s tail. He sniffed, sneezed at the faint ozone-and-night scent, then promptly tried to disappear again—this ti attempting to wedge himself between Nyx and Alex’s arm for warmth. Nyx obligingly shifted, making space, and Kael settled with a contented rumble, as though the shadowy newcor was simply another warm crevice in the world.

Raj remained seated a polite distance away, serene as ever. He watched the interaction with unblinking dark golden eyes, then slowly extended one tiny paw and rested it on Nyx’s back. The kitten’s darkness didn’t swallow the touch; instead, a faint silver shimr rippled across Nyx’s fur where Raj’s paw lay, like starlight on still water. Raj purred once—low, approving—and didn’t move.

Liam, never one to be left out of anything vertical or adventurous, had climbed halfway up Naga’s coiled tail for a better vantage point. From his perch he leaned dangerously far forward, golden eyes blazing with curiosity. He jumped down once, sniffed the new mber and jump back on Naga’s coil again. And from there, glanced at Nyx. His eyes clearly ant the new sibling should imdiately attempt wall-scaling with him and Siddy.

Nyx tilted his head, considering. "Not yet. My legs are approximately three inches long. aning I’m too small for to jump around."

Siddy, who had been vibrating in place the entire ti, finally exploded. "He talks like River but smaller! And darker! Can he do shadows? Can he make the walls talk? Can he help us spy on the ridge patrols? Can—"

"Siddy," Jade cut in, voice calm but firm. He had positioned himself as the official interpreter between the older snakelings and the new arrival. "Let him breathe. He just got born. Again."

River approached last. The quietest snakeling lowered his coil beside Alex’s knee, blue eyes steady on the tiny black kitten. Nyx t his gaze without flinching. For a long mont the two simply looked at each other—ancient patience eting four-year-old wisdom.

"You were alone for a long ti," River said softly.

Nyx’s tiny ears flicked. "Yes."

"Now you’re not."

"No," Nyx agreed. The single word carried centuries of relief.

River reached out his tongue and gently touched one charcoal-gray eye with the tip of a finger. Nyx blinked slowly, accepting the contact. A small thread of shadow curled around River’s wrist like a bracelet, cool and harmless, before dissolving.

"Welco," River said.

The word seed to settle sothing deep inside the new kitten. Nyx purred again—louder this ti—and burrowed closer to Alex’s chest, seeking the steady heartbeat he had chosen as ho.

Zale’s tail curled protectively around the entire group, the r-prince’s voice gentle as he addressed the cubs and snakelings alike. "He’s family now. Sa rules as everyone else: no biting the important bits, no pushing each other off high places unless you’re supervising, and everyone gets turns with the warm spots."

Naga’s coils adjusted subtly, creating a larger cradle that encompassed Alex, the lion cubs, and the newest mber. "And no more surprise possessions or rapid gestations without warning," the serpent lord added dryly, though his erald eyes held unmistakable fondness as they rested on the tiny black form.

Leo rumbled a laugh, one broad hand resting on Alex’s shoulder. "We’re going to need a bigger nursery cavern."

Drakar, still in his massive draconic form at the courtyard edge, lowered his head until one ruby eye was level with the group. "The Dragon Lord’s east wing has space. And heated stone. Suitable for small chaos entities who may occasionally leak midnight."

Granite, who had been leaning against the ironwood wall with crossed arms, grunted. "I’ll reinforce the walls. Again. Just in case the new one decides to practice ’being night’ by swallowing half the sanctuary."

" Like I said I’m too small to jump around and cause any trouble. " Nyx replied.

Taika had followed them back at a respectful distance. The massive tiger now sat at the courtyard entrance, pale yellow eyes watching the scene with quiet bemusent. When Nyx’s charcoal gaze found him across the space, the kitten lifted one tiny paw in what might have been a wave. Taika’s ears twitched, and he gave a low chuff of acknowledgnt—the Shadow Lord reduced to a very large, very protective older brother figure in the span of a single afternoon.

Sally returned with an armful of the softest blankets they owned, plus a small bowl of crystal honey syrup diluted for newborns. She set everything down and stared at the assembled chaos: four exhausted but glowing mates, one bearer still catching his breath, six snakelings in various states of excited interrogation, four lion cubs in varying degrees of acceptance, one dragon lord offering free space, one bear shifter muttering about noise and lack of sleep, one tiger who used to be the local boogeyman, and one primordial shadow currently purring like a malfunctioning engine in kitten form.

She shook her head slowly. "My another Tuesday. "

Alex laughed—tired, sore, but undeniably content. He adjusted Nyx against his chest, feeling the tiny new bond settle into the web of family like a cool, starlit thread among warr ones. The fire mark on his forehead pulsed gently in ti with Drakar’s presence; the mate marks on his skin glowed softly in response to the strengthened resonance.

The threshold’s distant shimr was still visible from the ridge, a constant reminder that the walls between worlds had thinned. Headquarters would undoubtedly notice soon. The Beast World was no longer neatly contained. But right now, in the heart of the sanctuary, none of that mattered.

Nyx lifted his head slightly, charcoal eyes half-lidded with newborn sleepiness. "Mother," he said, testing the word. It ca out small and wondering.

Alex’s chest tightened. He brushed one finger over the kitten’s silky dark head. "Yeah. I’m here."

The lion cubs, deciding the new arrival had passed whatever mysterious sibling test they’d been conducting, began their usual milk-seeking maneuvers—Solara claiming pri real estate on Alex’s left, Kael burrowing under his right arm, Raj settling against his thigh with regal calm, and Liam attempting to scale Nyx’s back like a very small mountain.

Nyx tolerated it with surprising grace, only occasionally batting away an overenthusiastic paw with a tiny shadow tendril that dissolved harmlessly on contact.

From the high perches above, Siddy’s voice drifted down, already planning. "We can teach him climbing! And staring contests! And how to hide Kael when he disappears too well!"

Jade’s sigh was long-suffering but fond. "One crisis at a ti, Siddy."

River simply watched, a small smile on his face. "He’ll fit," he said quietly to no one in particular.

As the afternoon light slanted golden across the ironwood walls and the threshold continued its quiet, grand vigil in the distance, Alex leaned back into the living cradle of his mates and children. His body ached in the familiar post-birth way, but his heart felt impossibly full—stretched again, yes, but in the best possible direction.

The family had grown by one very small, very ancient kitten.